A.N.: Yes, yes ANOTHER AU...I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. Okay, this is my first Star Wars and first AU fic EVER! So please, don't hang me or anything. Be kind on your reviews (all flames will be sent immediately to the deserts of Vulcan (and I do not care if it pisses of Mr. Spock or T'Pol)). And I hope you enjoy. p.s. I'm doing this mainly based on the movies since I haven't read the book. Oh, and this is not a romance, will not be a romance, and has never been a romance since I found this poor little plot bunny.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing, cause if I did, well...Palpatine would be gone by the third movie, Leia would be kicking Darth Vader's butt, Padme would not have died, Qui-Gon would not have died, all those Jedi would not have died, Anakin would probably still turn into Darth Vader but then would have been made good again, and Obi-Wan would have been all mine (evil grin)! However, since this is George Lucas' universe, I can only borrow it, and pray he doesn't take everything I own because of it. So yeah, on with the story!


Obi-Wan Kenobi opened his eyes to see the dull grey ceiling of his new apartment reflecting the morning light of Coruscant into his eyes. Blinking, he sat up, moving away from the glare. Rubbing his face, he gazed around the small room of the new apartment he was to share with his new padawan. Standing up, he began to stretch, listening to the silence of early morning. Or rather, what would have been silence. Even through two doors and a narrow hallway, he could hear the mumblings of his new padawan, Derin Natella.

Curious, he walked to his bedroom door and entered the hallway. Immediately the mumbling became more pronounced.

"Left...right...block...spin...leftjabb...block..."

The familiar steps of a dance he knew too well. Sighing, he crossed the hallway that seperated their rooms and reached to open the door. Hi hand stopped, however, before it reached the pad. Female Jedi were known for being particular about anyone entering their rooms without permission. Human females, especially, and even more so during their padawan years. Opting to be safe rather then sorry, Obi-Wan knocked.

Immediately the directions stopped. A long uncomfortable pause followed.

"Come in," a voice finally called.

Pressing the pad, he door opened to reveal his new apprentice, standing as though she were blocking a blow.

"A little early for imaginary sparing, isn't it?" Obi-Wan said teasingly, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

As though just realizing how awkward she looked, Derin's arms dropped. The unactivated lightsaber remained clutched tightly in her hand.

"It's always helped before," she mumbled in barely over a whisper, "With remembering steps and all."

The girl looked up at him, shame radiating off of her. Obi-Wan frowned. He and the padawan had not been put together for more then two days, yet neither seemed to come closer and not for lack of trying on his part. Every time he talked to the girl, however, she would merely whisper a reply and look away, seemingly afraid to face him. It was becoming extremely irritating.

Perhaps the council was wrong in pairing us, he thought, Perhaps I'm not ready to take a padawan and she's not ready to have another master. No, the council knew what they were doing. Any thought to the contrary can only lead to trouble.

Instead, he took the time to get a better look at his apprentice. The girl (or rather half child since she seemed neither fully adult nor wholly child) regarded him with an expectant look. At least it's progress, he thought to himself.

He recalled having seen her spar previously in the temple with the other younglings. But, in all fairness, he probably would not have distinguished her as unique. She had a medium, ram-rod straight form, standing between five-five or five-six. Her face was narrow, held in a look of rigid calm common amoung Jedi. Her auburn hair set a strange contrast to her large grey-green eyes, the only remarkable feature about her.

"Is something wrong, master?" she ventured after a moment. The tone was plain and polite, showing no emotion.

Darmin really drilled her on that, Obi-Wan thought, And they only knew each other for four and a half cycles.

"Have you done the meditations I showed you?" Obi-Wan answered her question with one of his own.

"Yes, master," replied Derin, "Two hours ago."

"Two hours!" exclaimed Obi-Wan in suprise. The girl had been awake since before dawn, a fate to be commended by most padawans, "You've been awake that long?"

Derin shrugged.

"Master Dar..." her voice caught for a second, Obi-Wan could sense a deeb sorrow fill her, "Master Darmin always believed in being awake to greet the sun...no matter how much I hated it," she added as an afterthought.

Obi-Wan smiled.

"Old habits die hard," he replied kindly.

Derin nodded giving a small smile.

"I suppose they do," she replied. Both master and padawan felt what could only be described as a moment of understanding passing between them.

Suddenly a rather strange noise filled the silence. Derin's face dropped in sheer embarrassment as she looked down. Realizing what it was Obi-Wan let out a small chuckle.

"It's alright if you get something to eat, my young padawan," he said, "You seem to need it."

"I have no idea what you mean, master," replied Derin, and Obi-Wan noted a small spark of mischieviousness flash in her eyes.

"Come on," replied Obi-Wan, "Let's get something to eat, and then we can have a real spar."

He turned and walked out the door, but not before barely hearing a groan of complaint coming from Derin. Amused, he remembered the many times he had the same reaction under Qui-Gon.

Perhaps the council was right in pairing us, he thought, Perhaps I am ready to take on an apprentice.


So yeah, there's the first chapter. I hope I kept Obi-Wan pretty much in character. I will be entering the new characters as we go so I hope you guys keep reading. Reviews are appreciated.